Alive as a cell can be, an easy death that it meets. Healthy a human can be, and with time death heeds. Society blooming with progress, will devolve with regression. A planet abundant in uniqueness, that can end with bleakness. Complex systems that existed, left traceless as black holes prevail. An interconnected sophisticated universe will end up confiscated and left darkened. I wonder, I can exist once and disappear, but will I ever exist again?
Source: tatoeba (12960801)